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A family of 7…

June 9, 2007 at 6:40 pm (Uncategorized)

Disclaimer: I tried to type this out in a neutral tone. But somehow, maybe it may seem a little one sided. Well, just to say my piece. Forgive me if i have offended anyone with this post

Once upon a time, there live a family of seven. There’s the daddy, the mommy, the eldest and big brother, the next eldest daughter, the middle child daughter, the younger daughter and of course, the youngest and the prettiest daughter.

Pushing all formalities aside, the eldest son, Z, is a brain in the family. He passed through all education barriers with ease and seamlessly, without much effort, Z got into a prestigious university in the country with a well-respected course in hand. A doctor. The apple in mummy’s eyes.

The next eldest daughter, A, is actually no different from brother Z. She was hardworking, motivated, easy-going and had this charm in her that allows her to infiltrate into all kinds of status quo. It’s no wonder she was the next apple in mommy’s eye. After brother Z of course. Again, with all her qualifications and impressive testimonials, she got into the similar prestigious university that brother Z got into. Obtaining a chance to study double degrees. One of them is i should proudly say, is Law. Which also means, big bucks in other languages.

Ignoring the middle child [will get back to that later], i move on the the 4th child, H. The 3rd daughter in the family is the one blessed with all the vocals. She sings better than any other members in the family. Melodiously, she flits from one person to the next, spreading her crazy laughter and always ready to share any clownish jokes of hers. Though, a little plain she may be. But her inner glow shone more than obvious, especially when she smiles. No, sing.

Coming to the last production from mommy and daddy, and the most prettiest member of the family, W. Blessed with bother a substantial looks and brain, she was the one who caught everyone’s heart and the one most protected amongst the siblings. Her twinkly eyes speaks innocence yet, her brain works faster than a normal 10 year old do. She was the one who i believe, more than an apple in the mommy’s eyes. I guess, it was more of a diamond in fact. But never mind, you get my drift.

Before coming to the middle child, i should perhaps mention a little about mommy and daddy. Daddy is the breadwinner and the saint in the family. Mommy was more of demanding yet has her own version of sweetness. Both weren’t model parents, but they were loved dearly by all members in the family.

And finally, the one that is not mention above, is the middle child. G is a person who rebel and much much beyond mommy’s perfect daughter. Not really pretty, nor really clever, she is actually a normal youth, loves to dress up, loves to listen to music. She was also a person who loves a whole load of freedom and doesn’t hesitate to declare war just because she thinks she is right. She is crude, straight-forward and particularly unfortunately blessed with mommy’s temper.

And she is, coincidently the lead in this little story that i am going on about.

Naturally, both mommy and daddy were more of exasperated by G’s behavior. There were scenarios and occasions where G brought more than just failures in studies and inappropriate behavior. The mystery behind the stark difference in intellect compared to the other two elder were puzzling but quickly rectified by hiring tutors. The only thing that she believed to do right was to play the piano and to draw. Not good enough to be special though. But good enough to be heard and seen.

As i mentioned above, both G and mommy had a infamous tempers, which often leads to clashes of the titans. Mommy says no, G demands yes. Then slowly, with the many frequent titans war, G begins to seek outside security, and determined to be independent. She works part-time and often go out to have fun, coming home at times beyond mommy’s approval. But she did that for a reason, for avoiding more clashes with mommy. So that less talk will be between knowing that with more communications, instead of harmony, more conflict would occur. Daddy was unable to understand her actions, but knows that mommy has let favoritism played in too much of her opinion in G. He silently tried to played the medium yet unable to do much.

So G continued in her frequent late nights. Until mommy opened a long forgotten dairy, and found out something that made her angry beyond the hells of mommy world.

As the ground rules of mommy world speaks, curfews and constant kept tabs on were on the ultimate mode. And G at this point felt unbearable of such life. She could not take it and though admittably in wrong, was arguably not in the full wrong. Yes, the actions were without excuse. But opening the diary? Intruding the privacy? Those were wrong too. But those facts were unheard. In mommy world, mommy is always right.

So G became very unhappy. She wanted back her own life. The one that didn’t much involved nurturing family ties. But at least she was carefree. Furthermore, she didn’t especially like being yelled at everyday in demand for her whereabouts.

So acting what she thought was best, she rebelled. Again. She didn’t answer any of mommy’s call when the calls comes relentlessly. Knowing that by doing this would just sour the relationship, she didn’t care. She just wanted mommy to back off and leave her alone.

Meanwhile, mommy was infuriated by daughter G’s defiance and disobedience. Never really keen to the talk-to-her-nicely method, she resorted to screaming and demanding answers instead of just a polite “where are you?”. In fact, when things get so out of hand, violence is perhaps the quick resort she seek for.

And as each day passed, it was no wonder, the mother and daughter relationship with G somehow evaporated to the minimum.

Mommy just did her duties, and accomplished her responsibilities, the motherly love shown, but all to the line. That minimal line that didn’t go to that she allowed for the other 4 children to go. G was the least favorite, the one who comes after everyone else.

So the life went on and on, just like that, both without the urge to toe the line and make things better.

Sometimes, G sees mommy treating the other siblings visibly better, she feels a pang of sadness on how things are. Yet on other times when mommy starts her verbal nagging and scolding, it becomes the other way. But i guess most of the time, there is more of sadness, hurt and maybe a bit of jealousy involved.

Maybe one day,one day everything will change. Maybe, mommy might learn to equally share her love and enhance her fairness trait. Maybe one day, G and A will get a better sisterly relationship. [which is most probably impossible]. Maybe, G will get successful without the need to excel in studies. Maybe….

By this time, maybe you might have an idea who this G is. Whatever it is, this is just a post.